Alex's Possessions By Phantomkirasparks
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Alex’s Possessions - Chapter 1
Author - Phantomkirasparks
Hey guys second ever story, please be nice. This one is the basic first chapter that has most of the setup. Don’t worry though, there’s still sex. Anyways chapter 2 is already done and will be out in a few days. I’m not going to disappear for half a year like the only other story that I’ve written. Promise!
Alex went up the steps of the house she had scouted and rung the doorbell. She knew quite a lot about the people inside.
The man of the house owned the local trucking business and he was married to some escort turned gold-digger. She’d only chosen them because they were both the richest in the middle-of-nowhere podunk town and because she shared a name with the wife. Getting used to new names was a pain.
The door opened.
“Marrisa?” the other Alex asked surprised. “It’s the middle of the night. Is something wr—”
She didn’t get a chance to finish as Alex in Marrisa’s body tore open the other Alex’s pink satin dressing gown and stepped out of Marrisa’s body and straight into hers.
In a moment she was suddenly facing the other direction and a brunette woman slumped onto the floor in front of her.
She stepped around Marrisa and peered out into the night to see if anyone saw, pulling the gown closed again against the cold. Satisfied she pulled Marrisa in and quietly closed the door.
There was little chance of noticer, of course, the houses’s driveway was quite long and the nearest neighbour was half a mile away.
She dragged the brunette onto the couch like thing in the entryway. Then she delved into the original Alex’s memory to find her way to her wardrobe to replace her torn dressing gown.
She looked herself up and down in the walk-in closet and decided against a bra. Her breasts were small enough she felt she could get away without it. She did pull on some tight yoga shorts to cover her, she felt it first, surprisingly naturally fat ass.
She looked through her hosts memories and found spin classes in ‘her’ past as explanation.
Next, she peeked into ‘her’ husband’s bedroom and saw he was snoring away in his bed. She’d deal with him later.
She grabbed a spray bottle from the kitchen and filled it up so she could deal with Marrisa.
“Wakey, wakey, pet,” she whispered as she spritzed her face.
Marrisa woke up almost immediately.
“Madam Alexandra?” She asked confused.
Alex smiled, the memory modifications she’d made on the way here had worked. Before Marrisa and Alex had been no more than casual acquaintances, now she was more her plaything than anything else. A very submissive plaything.
“It’s ok Mari, you’re with me,” she said comforting her.
Marissa sat up on the couch. “Is there anything you need, Ma’am,” she asked reflexively.
“Well you’re not wearing your uniform for one and—”
“Oh, I’m sorry I’ll get right—” Alex held up a hand to quiet her.
“You shouldn’t interrupt my dear, now your things are in the car outside. Why don’t you fetch them and set up in,” she paused and looked for a suitable room in her host’s memory, “the guest room on the second floor of the extension.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Marissa replied and hurried to obey.
Alex got up and made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She looked out the window and pondered the small ripples in the swimming pool before turning her attention to what Marrisa was carrying up the steps.
“Is that the box with your clothes, dear?” She called out.
Marrisa nodded.
“Good, then why don’t you change into the uniform I told you about?” She said.
Marrisa set the box down, rummaged through it and pulled out a surprisingly high-quality french maid outfit.
Alex had discovered it in Marissa’s closet during her brief stint as her. Marrissa apparently used to work as a cam girl and decided to invest in quality stuff.
Alex smiled as she started to disrobe right there in the entryway. She had made a point to eliminate the merest notion of modesty in front of her.
“Over here, dear,” she called, “I don’t want to miss this.”
She put on a good show, dripping with practised sensuality despite the frumpy but practical clothes she’d been wearing.
Alex ogled Marissa’s much larger-than-her’s tits. Of course, she knew exactly how big her tits were, 32E, but something about seeing them in the third person…
Marrisa’s impromptu strip show ended and she started putting on her ‘uniform,’ but Alex wasn’t close to satisfied.
“Have you got a strap-on in one of those boxes, pet?” She asked.
Marissa shook her head.
“Ah well, might as well use the real thing then,” she said getting up. “Wait here.”
And with that, she padded upstairs to ‘her’ husband John’s room. She still didn’t know why they slept separately. If she’d married a glorified prostitute, she’d certainly sleep with her.
John was still snoring away, face down annoyingly. She climbed into the bed, next to him and wormed her hand into his boxers.
“Wakey, wakey honey,” she whispered, “I’ve got a surprise for you.” She gave his dick a few tugs. John moaned in response, rolling over.
She climbed on top of him and started rubbing her ass on his dick through his boxers.
“Oh yeah, babe,” he moaned with his eyes closed. She moved the covers well out of the way and guided his hands up to her plump ass.
She started dry-humping him but then, in a moment, Alex stepped out of Mrs Hutcherson and right into Mr.
She opened her eyes and shrugged off ‘her’ wives unconscious body and got up. The other Alex would be out at least 12 hours unless she was awoken.
She got onto her feet and stretched a bit. John was pretty stocky but not really fit. He was an ex-trucker after all. Involved lots of sitting that job.
She pulled down her boxers to reveal the still erect penis. She reckoned it was maybe 5 and a half inches long. The crotch was a bit hairier than she liked it too. She made a note to make him shave later. She gave it a few pumps and stomped downstairs to her busty brunette.
“Oh, hello Mr Hutcherson,” Marrisa called pleasantly, acting as if her being in his house dressed like a slutty french maid was nothing out of the ordinary.
Alex gave the safe-word that she was indeed herself. She noticed how Marissa sat with such a straight and proper posture, one that conveniently jutted her breasts out even more. She was eager.
Alex plopped down into a large armchair and gestured her over into her naked lap. She complied at once.
“It’s about time I fucked you, Mari,” she whispered with an air of a threat.
She could already feel that John didn’t have much stamina so she pulled Marrisa’s panties down and slipped some fingers into her cunt.
She knew intimately exactly how Marrisa liked it, both from delving into her memories and from some fun exploratory sessions.
Marissa quivered and moaned, rather shrilly, so Alex kissed her right on her plump res lips to quieten her.
She could see the signs of the building orgasm in Marissa so she turned her around to fuck her cowgirl style.
“Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” she moaned with every bounce.
But Alex was relentless, and continued to fuck her without missing a beat, holding her by the tits.
“You like that, don’t you, you little slut,” she said, “you like me squeezing your tits and filing your sopping wet pussy.”
Marissa could only manage a few animalistic moans in response.
“Oh shit, fuck, I’m gonna— fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she half shouted as she got near.
“Oh, dirty whore is about to cum is she, why should she have the privilege?” Alex taunted.
“No plea—, fuck, fuuuuck, please, fuck, keep going,” she half pleaded, half panted in response.
It was an empty threat and Alex was pretty close too. Perfect timing…
Tears rolled down her beet-red face as her orgasm neared it’s exploding point.
“Al—most, Jesus, almost fucking there, please,” she moaned as Alex pounded her relentlessly. “I’m cumming, fuck fuck fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”
Marissa shook in Alex’s grip as she cummed. But Alex kept fucking her hard as her own orgasm built.
She decided on whether to cum in her or on her as she got closer.
“You know what? I’m gonna cum on your pretty little face,” she decided. She stopped pounding her for a moment so she could skin her around again and face fuck her.
Marissa somehow had the wherewithal to start sucking as a dick was shoved into her mouth.
“Oh yeah, take that dick you slut,” Alex moaned. “Fucking Christ,” she grunted as she started cumming.
Marissa immediately let it out and presented her almost relieved looking face to be painted.
John had a surprising amount of cum in him, Alex momentarily noticed before her eyes slammed shut involuntarily. Her head lolled over as the orgasm traveled upwards. John must’ve been quite blue-balled, she tried to remark, though all she managed was a satisfied smile.
Alex recovered from the sex first, being in a man’s body. She ordered Marissa to clean up the spit and cum she’d left on the dick so she could dress. She winced as the brunette touched the post-fuck hyper-sensitive dick. Marissa got up shakily to get more tissues. Cum still dripping down her face. She was breathing heavily. She never been fucked this good…
Once cleaned up Alex headed upstairs to deposit John back into his bed and to collect the other Alex.
She was tempted to wake her up and fuck her too when she saw her dumped ass up on the bed, but decided not too.
She was doing small memory mods on John when she had an idea. Usually, she didn’t leave her hosts with the memories of when she took over, especially adjacent nobodies like John but this time she decided to have some fun.
She put in the memory of fucking Marissa but as a sex dream, so she could see what his reaction would be to his dream succubus appearing in the morning as the ‘maid’ him and his missus had ‘decided’ to hire.
She smiled as she made the rest of the mods, namely the false memory of actually deciding to get a maid and a few small tweaks to make him much easier to handle when she was in the other Alex’s body.
Satisfied she settled into bed exactly like she’d found him and then stepped out, and into the other Alex’s body.
She quietly left the room and made her way to ‘her’ bedroom where she found Marissa warming the bed as expected. She had big plans for tomorrow.
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Alex’s Possessions - Chapter 2
Alex was lying in bed checking the Hutcherson family financials. She had researched them before ‘taking over,’ but there really wasn’t much way to know if they had massive credit card debt, as an outsider, for example.
They didn’t thankfully, it was always a pain getting out of that, Alex thought. In fact, they were much better off than she’d expected. Their monthly income far exceeded their expenditure so they had quite a chunk of money saved up. Over a million in fact.
She then moved on to checking the monthly expenses. It was quite a boring chore but was important after all. Though she was having Marissa eat her out at this very moment so she wasn’t too bored.
“What did you think of John’s dick?” she asked. “The size specifically?”
“It was ok,” Marissa replied between licks.
“Really? The slut who owns bad dragon dildos thought a 5-inch prick was ok?” came the slightly accusatory reply.
“I expect complete honesty, dear,” she continued with a slightly dangerous edge to her voice.
“I think it’s about how you use it, miss,” Marrisa replied ponderously.
Alex sighed. “No shit,” she said, “but I can use just the same no matter the size. So really what it comes down to is just the fucking size.”
“In that case then,” she said slowly. Alex just rolled her eyes and pushed her face back into her crotch.
“I swear, I don’t know how I always end up with a bimbo,” she muttered.
“Anyways get dressed, and go wake John, he has work and I need him out of the house.”
“Oh and maybe tease him a little bit,” she added with a smile. She hadn’t forgotten about her little prank and neither had he presumably. Then she went back to her work.
The doorbell rung and Marrisa ran to open the door. “It’s a man in a costume,” she called out slightly confused.
“That’ll be the stripper, I ordered,” she replied, “invite him in.”
She got up to meet their house guest glancing at his shoes. “Hello, Jack, I presume?” she said holding out her hand.
“Yeah, I’m here for the Bachelorette Party?” He asked confused by the lack of signs of a party.
“That’s tomorrow, dear,” she explained, “Me and Mari thought we should try you out first,” she explained with a smirk, “to make sure you’d be a good… fit.”
“I explained that to the boss actually,” she added.
“I must’ve missed the memo,” he replied slightly uncertain. “I uh have this CD.”
“Oh yeah sure,” Marrisa said taking the disk and popping it into the player.
With that, Jack started his routine in front of Alex and Marissa on the sofa. Alex thought it was kind of awkward honestly, he just wasn’t very good. It didn’t matter though as she just needed his shirt off and maybe a quick look at his cock to make sure he was as advertised.
Judging by the bulge in his thong he was. He started doing his whipped cream bit, inviting the women to lick it off.
Alex went in a made a show of being shy about it and then she seized the opportunity to strike, stepping out and into the half-naked cowboy in front of her.
She then immediately moved to catch the body she had just left. She had a habit of moving forward just before switching.
“So what do think?” she asked striking an atlas pose.
“Very nice, miss,” Marissa said looking Alex up and down.
“I like when they’re fit, you feel powerful,” she said, “Oh and drop the miss thing, I’m over it. Alex from now on.”
“Get a measuring tape,” she said pulling down the thong. It was still only semi-soft. Good, she thought, she didn’t like them too excitable, it was always a pain hiding boners especially when they were big.
“It’s 4.5 inches soft,” she said. Then she looked up expectantly to which Alex nodded. She eagerly put her mouth around it and started sucking.
She ran her tongue masterfully down the length of it, all the way from base to tip. She hadn’t started choking yet, Alex noticed, but it was getting there. Soon she felt the bulging pressure that came when you were properly hard. She felt an orgasm building too.
“Stop, stop,” she grunted at Marrisa, “measure it.”
“10.75 inches,” she replied.
“Nice,” she said, "girth feels good too.
“What do you think? You reckon he’d be a good gardener cum pool boy?” She asked.
“Huh?” Marrisa asked confused.
“Well we have to have some excuse to why he’s here everyday, we can’t just kidnap him here,” she explained.
“But don’t we have a gardener?” She asked, “a company sends one out every other day.”
“Yes, and they are going to hire him…” She responded rather ominously.
“You go get dressed normally, actually no, more of a slutty business casual, I think,” she ordered, “I’m going to dress this,” gesturing to herself, “with some of John’s clothes.”
Alex was ready first and waited on the couch in the living room for Marissa to turn up. She didn’t have to wait long before she turned up in a black suit, white blouse and matching pencil skirt. It would have looked like normal business casual, if, the blouse hadn’t been a size too small, and practically bursting at the buttons. The obvious red bra underneath didn’t help either.
“So your idea of business casual is slutty secretary, dear?” Alex asked. She got up and walked to her.
“Should I change?” she asked uncertain.
“No,” Alex said undoing the buttons on the blouse, Marrisa has done them up to the top, in some silly attempt at modestly.
“Perfect,” she said feeling Marrisa up. "Tits like these you can convince anyone of anything…
“I like the fake lashes and lipstick, it really completes the look,” she added. She was undoing the bra as she spoke.
Marissa whimpered at her touch, she couldn’t help her self. Being so near someone with a body like Jack’s. With a bulge like Jack’s. She bit her lip… She desperately wished to be kissed. Her bra came undone.
Alex smiled, almost laughed at her distress. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” She whispered in her ear. “Maybe later, for now I need your body.”
“Oh.”
And then Alex took over, and burst into laughter. “I’ve really made her too horny,” she said to herself, redoing the bra hook and the blouse buttons. She went and got the spray bottle for Jack who had slumped onto the couch.
“Rise and shine, cowboy,” she said waking up Jack. “You’ve got a job interview today. Well more or less.”
“Marrisa?” He said groggily. Alex said the safe word. “Oh. What can I do for you, Miss Alex.”
“Just Alex from now on, and you can drive us to Henderson Gardening Company.”
After an hour and a half’s driving they got to their office. It was nice that they used a company in another town, it’d be much more difficult if they knew ‘her’ or ‘her’ husband.
Henderson Gardening had a small office, in a kind of rundown strip mall. Alex and Jack went in to the little reception and waited for the lady at the counter to finish.
“I’ve got an appointment with Tom Henderson, he’s the owner correct?” She explained to the teenage receptionist who was desperately trying to look her in the eyes and nowhere else.
“Uh—um, I’ve uh got a Mrs. Hutcherson here for umm four thirty,” the kid said going completely beet red.
“Yep, that’s me, Darling,” she said in her most flowery voice.
“Da— I mean Mr. Henderson is uh— free right now. I’ll um—” Alex leaned forward, “buzz you right in.” He said the last part at a sprint.
Jack and Alex went into their meeting.
“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Hutcherson I presume?” the man asked.
“No. Only Mrs. Hutcherson I’m afraid. But please call me Alex,” she said, “this is my,” she paused, “step-brother, Jack.”
They all shook hands.
“So, Miss Alex to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I’ve come to ask a favour, uh,” she paused as if she had forgotten his name.
“Tom.”
“Yes, Tom, I want you to hire Jack, here to take care of my account.”
He stuttered a bit taking in the ridiculous request. “I uh, I’m sorry, Alex, we can’t just make hiring decisions just like that, I mean we—”
"Well Tom, dear, now I understand we are your biggest client at 13 acres, I sure you can find some space for Jack here, he’s an excellent worker, she said, subtly unbuttoning a few buttons on her blouse.
“I’m sorry, ma’am we haven’t the space for another employee—” he noticed the cleavage, “and we’d have to train him, of course, and uh—”
"I’m sure he could learn on the job, couldn’t you Jack? He nodded.
“Come on Tom, do me this little favour,” she pleaded while blatantly undoing another button so that a sliver of her lacy red bra was visible.
“No, I’m sorry,” he was visibly flustered, “it’s simply impossible.” They went back and forth again, a few times, with Alex trying to wear him down with the bargaining. She leaned forward a bit too, so Tom could appreciate the goods. Tom was doing his best to do the opposite.
Alex smiled pleasantly, at last. “Ok then, I see how it is, though I have to admit, I’m disappointed, Tom,” she said getting up. Tom got up too to see them out, with palpable relief on his face.
She stopped at the door, “Oh, I almost forgot, our bill is due isn’t it?”
“Oh no, it’s fine, you can pay online later,” Tom said quickly desperate for this to be over.
“Nonsense, do you take check?”
“I uh, yes,” he admitted.
“Perfect, let me just, oh I’ve forgotten my purse in the lobby,” she said, “fetch it for me, Jack.”
Jack left and closed the door behind him leaving just her and Tom alone. He’d just gone pale.
She smiled pleasantly before saying, “You know, Tom I think I’ve been unfair to you.”
“You have?” He asked tentatively.
“Of course. I’ve asked you for a favour and offered nothing in return,” she said stepping towards him.
“Oh,” he responded quite alarmed.
She seized his hand, and guided it up to her tits. “Go on,” she whispered, “you know you want to. You’ve never felt tits like these before.”
Tom was beat red but didn’t resist, and then after hesitating went for it.
“You can get them out if you want,” she purred. She shrugged off her jacket and started working on the buttons of his shirt as he tried to unhook the bra.
“Oh my god,” he said as the bra fell to the floor. She glanced at the clock and pushed him up against the wall. “Kiss me,” she said inches from his face. He didn’t need to be told twice and went for it. On queue, Jack walked in with a camera ready. Tom was too entranced to notice, after all, for a 50-something pudgy guy this was so far beyond his wildest dreams that he might as well be in heaven.
Alex broke it off, though without withdrawing, and asked Jack if he got it.
“Yep,” he replied.
Tom noticed that Jack was back, “it’s not what it looks like!” he said in a panic.
“Isn’t it?” She asked inches from his face, “your here with your shirt off, with your tongue down my throat and hands around my tits, please Tommy dear, tell me what it really going on?”
He had no reply. “What happened is that you thought with that dick of yours,” she gave it a squeeze through his pants and made a face, “that pathetic little dick of yours and you fucked up.”
“Now what you’re going to do is hire Jack here as an independent contractor to work on just my property, or we are going to send those photos to your wife.” She smiled pleasantly despite the threat. “You know what, you can finish fucking me if you want, I wouldn’t want to blue-ball you.” She smirked
“I uh—” he stuttered.
“Come on decide already, I give amazing head you know,” she interrupted, “or you could get a tit job.” She still had him trapped against the wall.
“I’m divorced,” he managed to get out.
“Oh for fucks sake,” she exclaimed and went with plan B and simply stepped out of Marrisa and into him.
“Set Marrisa in the chair, Jack, and dress her again, would you,” she said, “now let me find that employment form and hire you.”
She redid the buttons of the shirt and pulled some forms out of the desk. “It’s really fucking boring this way y’know,” she said. “I had a real fun plan and everything,” she complained.
“I sign here?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, and here too. And give me a minute to sort out the memories.” Jack waited patiently. “Ok and take your shirt off, I need to borrow you, I’d promised Marissa here I’d fuck her later.” He complied and Alex took over. She also dumped some gardening knowledge in that she’d copied from Tom.
Then she woke up Marrisa and told her to fix herself up since Jack had done a shit job and prepared to wake Tom.
“Mr Henderson,” she said loudly with a quick squirt from a water pistol from Marrisa’s bag. It was a ridiculous thing to carry around but was very effective at this.
“Huh, what,” he said waking up.
“You were hiring me,” she reminded him.
“Yes, yes I just spaced out for a moment,” he looked down at his papers, “everything is in order. Congratulations Jack, you are our newest employee.”
They shook hands, ironed out a few details before Alex and Marrisa headed out to the car park.
“Well that was productive,” Alex remarked, “could’ve been more fun though. If I was gonna just posses him though, I wouldn’t have bothered making out with him.”
“He could’ve used some mouthwash I think,” Marrisa added. Alex had left the memories in her.
“Did you see his kid, he was terrified of your boobs,” Alex said, “I thought about teasing him some more but, I was well, about to go seduce his dad so I thought it was gonna be too mean.”
“I think I’ve seen his name in my show’s chat, I think, Jeff Henderson, the state’s right too, god knows why he uses his real name though,” she said thoughtfully.
“Really, how fun, though you’d think you’d he’d be less afraid of you if he’d seen your tits out before,” she replied, “and monster dildos in your pussy.”
“Maybe we could have Jack bring him over sometime,” Marrisa said.
“Why so you can fuck him?” Alex teased.
“More to fuck with him, I think,” Marrisa replied.
Alex smiled, her mean side had been rubbing off. “What do you want to do, tag team him and then what, pretend it never happened?”
“Something like that,” she replied.
“Speaking of fucking you,” she said as they got in the car, “find us a hotel, I don’t wanna wait an hour and a half.”
Marrisa perked up at the suggestion…
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Alex’s Possessions - Chapter 3
So I uh disappeared for months again… Sorry. This story was actually written and edited months ago. I just didn’t get around to publishing it yet. Anyways the next chapter is also done, I wouldn’t want to leave you on a cliffhanger. But enough of my blabber, I hope you enjoy it this chapter.
The Alex and Marrisa checked into a rather nice hotel. The receptionist gave them a knowingly look. A couple dressed in business casual, getting a room around lunch break time, they were obviously work fuck buddies, she thought.
She was right on the fucking part. Alex and Marrisa went up past the nice indoor pool to lifts to their room. She checked out a redhead in a string bikini heading to the pool on the way.
“I wonder if she’d be up for a threesome,” Alex wondered out loud in the lift to Marrisa.
“Who?” She asked.
“The chick in the shoelaces. Well practically shoe laces anyways,” she explained.
“She was pretty, small tits though,” she replied.
“Are you jealous?” She said laughing, “Don’t you worry I’m still going to fuck you first.”
The elevator door opened. “What’s the room number?” Alex asked.
“257,” she replied.
“Well that’s room 45 so we must be on the wrong floor,” she said.
“Yeah, but that one’s 154, two doors down,” she replied. They checked a few more doors.
“Don’t tell me they’re random. Oh my god, what moron—,” she exclaimed as the elevator door opened, and the redhead from the lobby walked out.
“You guys having trouble with finding your room,” she asked unprompted.
“Why, yes,” Alex admitted.
“I come here all the time, it happens to everyone who stays here,” she explained, “can I see your number?”
Alex shot a glance at Marrisa, the meaning was clear. In one swift motion she pulled the woman’s bikini down and stepped out of Jack and into her.
“Our room is—,” Jack knocked her over as he ragdolled. Marrisa pulled him off and Alex got up again.
“Right our room is 4 doors down that way, next to hers, actually,” she resumed. “Let’s get him up, and— oh, oh honey, I feel a buttplug,” she said grinning.
She delved into the redhead’s memory, “Lissa here is a swinger, Marrisa, her boyfriend sent her to check us out. Now isn’t this fun?”
“She doesn’t look like a swinger,” Marrisa said running her hand along her ghostly skin, “on second thoughts…” She said slipping a finger into her bikini bottoms, “full Brazilian.”
“What’d ya say, dear, wanna give this… 19-year old a proper fucking?” she asked.
Marrisa nodded and so Alex switched back to Jack, and just picked up Lissa. She was at most 5 feet and weighed barely anything.
They quickly made their way to the room and went inside before someone noticed the dodgy goings on.
She dumped Lissa on the bed, while Marrisa stripped down to her bright red lacy bra and thong.
“She’s gonna think you and her are here for a threesome, and she’s gonna be sub to you,” Alex explained.
Marrisa woke her up and immediately kissed her. Lissa hesitated for a moment, before kissing back. “We’re gonna put on such a good show for Alex aren’t we?” Marrisa purred, before continuing to make out. She undid the knot at the back of Lissa’s bra at the same time.
Then, she pushed Lissa’s head down in between her tits, “you know you want them, you’ve never had tits like these before, have you?” she moaned undoing her own bra too.
Alex was getting hard sitting on the chair watching Lissa sucking Marrisa’s tits. She started rubbing it through her pants. Marrisa caught her impatient look so she spun Lissa around so she was face down and ass up.
She played with the plug in her ass, pulling it out and pushing it back in abruptly, enjoying her yelps. She put a finger in next, and then another to prepare her for Alex.
“I think you’re ready for a dick now,” she said with three fingers in her ass.
Alex got up, and Lissa started undoing the buttons on her pants, still kneeling on the bed. Her jaw dropped as the dick sprung out in front of her.
She went to touch it but Marrisa swatted her hand away, “Uh, uh, uhh, your my bitch, your mistress gets it first,” she said before swallowing all 11-iches down to the base in her first go, as if to taunt Lissa with something she definitely couldn’t do.
Alex was loving Marrisa’s ferocity, as she blew her. She usually liked to be in charge but she was loving this competition.
Lissa wasn’t idle either, since the dick was occupied she had started to suck on the balls.
Meanwhile, Alex started fucking her skull faster with Marrisa barely managing to keep up without gagging on it.
“You’re getting sloppy, Mari, maybe you should let Lissa take over,” she taunted, stoking the flames.
She didn’t take the bait but did let Lissa take over, who slowly was working her way down the 11-inches with each thrust, but Marrisa was having none of it, and pushed her head all the way down on the next stroke, causing her to immediately choke.
Alex continued pounding her throat, despite that. She didn’t care about Lissa, this was all for Marrisa and she was enjoying it so who cared.
“Pathetic,” she spat, “a whore who can’t even take dick. Guess we’ll have to fill your other holes then, won’t we.”
Good, Alex thought, she was getting bored hitting the back of the redhead’s throat. Marrisa had good instincts.
Marrisa had Lissa turned around and on all fours. She pulled her ass cheeks apart so Alex could get it in. Lissa let out a gasp as her asshole was filled.
“I’ve only ever fit 5-inches!” Lissa squeaked out.
“She’s lying,” Alex said, she knew Lissa had fit 6 and a half from reading her memories.
Marissa grabbed her jaw, “listen here, slut,” she said, missing the irony, “you either shut up or you moan like the little bitch you are.” The poor girl whimpered in response.
Alex continued fucking Lissa, enjoying the catfight. She couldn’t go balls deep, of course, but Marrisa’s tongue was there for the half that got left out. Still, though, she missed going balls deep in a warm wet cunt. In the meantime, Lissa’s moaning was getting more and more shrill as Alex hit her A-spot. She knew exactly how to get there. Being a person really let you get to know them…
“Oh my god, oh, fuuuck,” Lissa screamed as she got close. “Keep going, oh fu— fuck”
“You know Alex, I don’t think she deserves to cum. I mean she couldn’t suck without gagging even. For a swinger, I think she’s shit at sex,” she said smirking at the panic spreading on Lissa’s face.
“No please, fuck,” she moaned, “I’ve never, fuck aahhh, I’ve never cummed from, fuuck, from anal before, please!” She pleaded towards Alex. It was in vain, Alex didn’t care.
“How close are you?” Marrisa demanded from her.
“I’d say two three minutes,” Alex said answering for her.
“Move over then,” she ordered her, “MOVE OVER.” She shoved her aside, denying her her the orgasm she so desperately wanted.
“No, no, please,” Lissa cried out.
Alex moved on to fucking Marrisa in the classic upright missionary without missing a beat. Alex honestly liked missionary, there was something about staring into someone’s eyes before giving them the fuck of the lifetime.
“Aww, look at the poor thing,” Alex said looking at the jilted Lissa, “bring your mouth here dear, you can top me up on lube with it.” Lissa complied but they all knew her role was nothing more than being a wet hole.
“I’m wet enough thank you very much,” Marrisa said quickly, “You can suck on my tits if you’re so left out.”
Alex found the jealousy very fun, but not as fun as being balls deep in Marrisa. It’d been a while since she fucked someone properly. She had had Marrisa yesterday as John but honestly was it a real fucking if she’d manage to recover in 10 minutes?
No, this was gonna be good, Marrisa’s world was going to be shattered…
“Oh fuck, babe, your cock feels so fucking good,” she moaned, “fuck me harder, I want to be your little your little nympho slut.”
“Don’t worry, you weren’t ever more than a pair of tits to me,” Alex said mocking her.
“Lissa here on the other hand, I think she’s could be so much more,” Alex grunted goading her on. She kept pounding her hard though, not giving her any quarter.
Marrisa took it out on Lissa, pushing her harder into her breasts as if she was going to smother her with them.
“Yes, yes, yes, YES!” Marrisa shouted as she got close, “harder, fuck me harder!” Alex ignored her, she knew Marrisa’s body and what she needed better than she did.
“Oh fuck, oh shit, fuuuuuuuckkk, fu—” she cried as she got close, “Keep. Going. Fuck. I’m. Shit. So. Fucking close!”
“Fuuuuuuuckkkk,” she shouted as she came, followed by low animalistic moans.
She shuddered and twitched, as waves of pleasure rolled up and down and through her body. Her back arched and she let out low moans as she felt aftershock after aftershock. Meanwhile, Alex continued to pound her just as hard, she wasn’t there yet of course, but it was hard to maintain a tempo with her squirming about. So, Lissa took the opportunity and presented her pussy so Alex could take her doggy style instead. Marissa would’ve hated this territory encroachment, but she was busy moaning nonsense at the moment to notice.
Alex slipped into the 19-year olds tight sopping pussy, much slower this time though, this fucking was so she could get off. Lissa was again just a wet hole at the moment.
“Oh yeah, come on slut,” she grunted, “I like this cunt…”
“I’m close, d’you want me to paint your tits or your tits?” She growled at her.
“F—Face, please,” Lissa cooed in response.
“I knew you were dirty,” Alex replied grinning “You could make it as a porn star, y’know, if you get a bit more vocal, I could set you—” She was interrupted by her own orgasm. Lissa rolled over to present her face, tongue out like she was planning to catch snowflakes. Alex unfortunately was too caught off guard to aim and ended up mostly spraying the bed and a bit of her belly.
Pleasure shot up through ‘her’ body and she hunched over, dick rapidly deflating in her hand. She breathed heavily as the orgasm washed through her. She was dripping with sweat from the exertion of fucking two women at once, but the endorphins smothered the fatigue.
Alex collapsed back into the chair as the orgasm faded, and beckoned over Lissa. She figured that she’d done the least work and be the most fresh, so she jumped into her.
She then got up and grabbed the small water pistol from Marrisa’s purse and woke Jack up so she could make him go clean up.
“You really messed up Lissa hair and makeup, didn’t you,” Alex said to Marissa, while looking herself up and down in the mirror.
“Eh,” she replied. She had regained most of her senses by then, though she was still a bit dazed.
“I think I’m gonna leave her with the memory of you jsut eating her out and me watching,” she said.
“What, why?” Marrisa replied betraying outrage in her voice.
“What do you mean why?” Alex tried incredulous, “you acted like a fucking jealous bitch, and you basically tried to break her. And you denied her an orgasm!”
Marrisa pouted, “I just don’t like redheads, okay?”
“The fucks that’s supposed to mean?” Alex replied, “she’s not even a natural redhead! Why’d you think she has her pussy shaved? Hell you can even see the brown roots,” she said holding up her hair.
Marrisa shrugged. Alex rolled her eyes at the stubbornness. Thankfully, Jack came back into the room from his shower. Alex found it amusing that he’d put a towel around his waist in a room that only contained two women who had just had his dick in them.
She was contemplating this when Marrisa swiped his towel from around his waist, on the way to the bathroom.
“Don’t worry she’s not mad at you, she’s mad at Lissa,” Alex explained.
“Lissa?” he asked. He had instinctively covered his crotch for a moment before realizing the futility.
“I left you with the memories, Jack,” she replied matter-of-factly.
“Oh right, you. I mean the girl you’re, y’know,” Jack stumbled.
“Yeah.”
“You’re, I mean, she’s pretty hot,” Jack said.
“She has a boyfriend,” Alex replied.
“Oh, but I, um, okay,” Jack replied, reconciling the fact with the memories of cumming on her not 10 minutes ago.
“Y’know,” Jack continued in the tone of a boy asking his mother for something she’d obviously decline, “like, memories they’re like not really as good as y’know, like, like—”
“Are you fucking stoned,” Alex asked annoyed, “spit out whatever you want to say.”
“Well I want to like actually be like—”
“You want to be in control while fucking a chick like this?” Alex interrupted.
“Yeah. Cause like—”
“Cool, you know Lissa’s number, you can have an affair. Don’t bring her to the house though. I don’t want a revolving door of women going in and out of that place.”
“I know her number? Oh yeah, I do… But she didn’t tell me, I mean you, that?”
Alex sighed. “Yeah and? I’m like a god, aren’t I, now get here so I can get out of this, so she can go clean up.”
Jack obliged. Alex then woke up Lissa and sent her groggily, next door to clean up, before getting dressed herself.
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Alex and Marrisa sped down the highway on the way home. It was dark by now.
“So, won’t John be home by now?” Marissa asked.
“Yeah,” Alex replied, not looking up from her phone.
“So, what will happen if he like wakes up the other Alex. Like Mrs Hutcherson, I mean.”
“He won’t. Contingency plans and all that.”
“Oh, right cause I was worried a bit, in case you forgot, and—”
“I said the words ages ago, dear,” she explained, “I’m very experienced with this.”
“The words?”
“Meh dosronn ki jagah. Don’t think about them too hard, I’ll be erasing that memory as soon as we—”
Tires screeched. Marissa screamed, which was then drowned by the explosion in the dashboard. There was a crunch and a snap.
Marissa opened her eyes and recoiled at the pain the light brought. Her head pounded. What, what had happened? Alex was saying something and then? What did she, there were words…
“Meh dosronn ki,” she mumbled, what was the last part? “Meh dosronn ki jism?” She said aloud. Then she remembered being forbidden to say them and panic set in.
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“Marrisa! Marrisa calm yourself!” Alex shouted. “You’re fine, it’s fine. We just hit a deer.” Marrisa sobbed uncontrollably. “You’ve probably only got a concussion from the airbags. It’s fine. You’ll live.”
“I’ve said,” she got out between the sobs, “I said the words. You told me, you told me not to and I disobeyed. I’m sorry. So so sorry.”
“You what!” Alex roared, “repeat them, exactly as you said them. NOW!”
“Meh dosronn ki jism,” she whispered.
Anger gave way to confusion and concern on Alex’s face.
“Those aren’t the words,” she said in a much more level voice, “you’ll be fi—”
Alex noticed Marrisa’s hair had gone white, and she then watched it flash Auburn and then sandy brown. It was back to the correct brunette now but was now curly. The mole on her neck had disappeared too, no it had moved… Her nails were a lot longer now too.
“Shapeshifter!” Alex spat suddenly fearful. She ripped open Marrisa’s top and tried to swap in but couldn’t. Her breasts were the wrong size too… Fuck, she was trapped in a crashed car with one of those things…
“Marrisa, listen to me, listen,” Alex said urgently, “What was the name of your pet dragon in 17th grade?”
“Dragon? 17th grade?” Marrisa asked. Alex recoiled. Her fears were confirmed. “It was called Archie. What’s that got to do with anything?”
Thank fuck, Alex thought. That question was the safety to make sure Alex’s memory mods were still there. Marrisa would still serve. Alex thanked her past self for the safety implant, it was the first time she’d needed it…
“You’re a shapeshifter now, Marrisa,” she explained, “Look you’ve made your hair change colour, see, and your boobs have changed shape. That bra fits perfectly now, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, but—”
“Hush now, you can still serve me perfectly. Even better now actually. You’ve just surpassed every single assistant I’ve ever had in one fell swoop. A clumsy fall, really.”
Marrisa smiled weakly at the comforting thought, the nasty purple bruise on her cheek disappearing.
Alex pondered what’d she do with her… This meant trouble though.
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Alex’s Possessions - Chapter 4
So uh there is no Alex in this chapter despite the title. This chapter is sort of a potential spin-off from the main series, don’t worry though Alex’ll be back next chapter. Though, if you want more of this, let me know.
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Marrisa smiled at Jeff as she bought him and Jack two glasses of lemonade. Jack had started his job as the gardener at the Hutcherson house. He had Jeff with him, his boss’s son, ostensibly for help since he’d broken a rib in a car accident, but really the kid was there because Marrisa had asked him to bring him along. He frowned at her suggestive smile at the kid and more suggestive clothing. She was distracting him from the work.
“Your sister’s really nice,” Jeff said as Marrisa walked off.
“Huh?” Jack asked. “That’s Marrisa, kid.”
“What? But that day she said—” Jeff said.
“No, that’s definitely Marrisa, I’d recognize my sister. That’s her assistant, lives here, she sometimes does appointments for her. You really thought, she was…” he laughed, “kid, you’re an idiot sometimes. Alex is on vacation, Lol.”
“Hey, hey, how was I meant to know?” He said losing himself to thought. His impossible fantasies had suddenly become much less improbable, especially with that bit of info he had, yes, it made more sense now, why would someone so rich do something like that before. It made sense now. Now he could actually…
“Jeff, hey kid, stop daydreaming about Marrisa for a second will ya.” Jeff blushed a deep red. Had he made it that obvious? He was suddenly deeply embarrassed. “Remember, I’ve got an appointment tomorrow and I won’t be around the rest of the week okay? You’ll be working on your own the next 3 days. Got it?”
“Yeah man, I’ll be here after school, I’ll hold the fort down and whatever,” he said lost in thought again. 3 days alone? It could be a chance…
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Jeff was trimming the hedges by the pool the next day. It was easy work, you just had to make sure to stay level. He was careful about not letting the cut leaves fly into the pool.
He was excited. He had his phone ready, with everything downloaded and ready to “show-off.” He heard the sound of the back door opening and rehearsed what he was gonna say in his head. He realized he had a boner and quickly stuck his hands down his pants to tuck it under his waistband, hopefully she hadn’t see him doing that.
“Good afternoon Jeff, I made you some lemonade, you must be boiling out here,” Marrisa said cheerily.
Jeff turned around as if he’d just realized she was there… His jaw dropped. Marrisa was wearing just a bikini, not even like a conservative one, this one was… That cleavage though…
“Jeff?” she asked bemused.
“Oh,” he said snapping out of it, “Sorry, the uh sun, you know, had me a bit dazed for a moment.” He took the glass from her tray.
“I’m gonna sunbathe a bit by the pool today, I think. You’re not going to be using power tools, are you?” Marrisa asked. Her face gave no hint at whether she noticed Jeff’s weirdness.
“No, no, just shears today, I can’t really get the hedge properly level with the trimmer, because like—”
“Great. Let me know if you need anything I’ll be right here,” she said cutting off his weirdly high-pitched explaination.
Fuck, Jeff thought. Had she caught on? No, impossible, how could she know? He had tipped her a few hundred on her streams but like people would tip thousands. He’d used his real name though as his username. Nah, no way she remembered, nah gotta go through with it, right? Yes…
“Hey, Marrisa, um, could you look at this,” he said walking over to her lounge chair, he had to bend down awkwardly to show her what was on the phone screen.
“I think you need to turn up the brightness, dear, there’s a lot of glare,” she said. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jeff thought, as he quickly snatched the phone back and turned up the brightness. His boner slipped out of his waistband too, well, it didn’t matter if she saw the bulge in his pants now.
Marrisa’s face darkened, “What do you want?” she hissed at Jeff. He almost fled at her glare, but he steeled himself up, the horniness definitely helped.
“Well,” he said slowly, “I’ve watched your shows actually, and I’ve actually tipped you a few hundred bucks before. And I think you kinda owe me…”
“Pervert!” She spat back.
“Well if you’d rather have me show these to Mrs. Hutchinson… I heard she’s kinda religious…” He said with much more confidence. This power, he liked this power. He was rock-solid already. So many opportunities now…
Marrisa had paled visibly. She’d gone positively ashen. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth, “but you delete those afterwards!”
“Only if you give me my money’s worth,” he said haughtily, “Bitch.”
Marrisa held in her rage at the added word, as she led him inside to her room.
“Go on then,” he said gesturing to the bulge in his shorts, “pull it out.”
She pulled his pants down and freed his dick from its fabric prison, a menacing scowl on her face the entire time. Jeff was just glad he kept his boner and hadn’t gotten performance anxiety. He didn’t feel anxious at all actually, he was in control, she’d do anything he wanted, he was already fantasizing plans for future sessions, there were a lot of things he wanted to try…
He grabbed her tits, and felt them up. It looked like she was about to slap him but she didn’t so much as react. Jeff was just speechless, he’d ogled these through his laptop screen so many times. He’d paid good money to have her moan his name while she played with these before.
He went to take the bikini top off. He struggled so she helped him out, getting it off quickly. Maybe, Jeff thought, she was more into this than he— Holy shit! Those were the hottest biggest sexiest tits he’d ever seen!
Marrisa started giving him a handjob, as he felt her up more. He was working hard to not cum right then and there. He couldn’t believe he was being jerked off by the chick he’d sent tributes to dozens off times. Those E cup tits, those toned arms, those abs… Fuck he couldn’t wait to get those lips around his cock…
“You like that, don’t you? Now you get to feel what a real cock is like. Bet you can’t wait. You’ll forget all about those dildos you’ve taken after me, you dirty slut!” he jeered.
“Bastard,” she said under her breath.
“What’d you say to me?” Jeff asked, “you better watch you tongue or maybe I’ll leak those pictures. Actually, you know what, get on your knees, you won’t be about to mouth off with a dick in your mouth.”
Oh yeah, he thought, he’d show this cam whore her place. He was gonna properly deep throat her, he knew she could do it. Yeah!
“Come on, on your knees. I want you to properly deep throat it. I know you can, don’t try to weazel out of it.”
Marrisa didn’t move, instead she, in one powerful motion, shoved him down and pinned him to the bed, arms trapped underneath him, his dick still in the other hand.
What the fuck! What the fuck! Jeff tried to get free, but she was so strong, when had she been so strong? She didn’t have abs when he say her in the bikini in the garden. She had the tits on a stick physique! What fuck! He felt suddenly so very powerless. Holy shit, she was still so hot. He was so horny and so terrified… Fuuuck!
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The Previous Day
Marrisa walked over to Jack and Jeff. She’d decided to wear a low-cut sundress today. She knew Jeff would ‘subtly’ ogle her chest in it, but that was the point.
Jack was a bit bored with the game, but he still played along. He was gonna drop the hint today,to make sure he knew he’d have her all alone the rest of the weekend. She gave Jeff a flirty smile before walking off.
It was gonna be fun, she thought. She had really nothing to do while Alex was on vacation with John. Goodness knows why she took him along, certainly wasn’t for the sex, that was for sure. He’d been barely good enough with her at the helm, she thought, remembering. Anyways to the task at hand.
The only instructions Alex had left her were to experiment a bit with her powers and to maybe surprise her when she got back. She had made progress on that front. Today was the first time she used her shapeshifter powers to make clothes. In fact, it was the only reason she was in a sundress. They were really inconvenient things. You had to take it off to pee, if you had tits like hers (back at the normal 32E for now), they either didn’t fit or you’d be afraid they’d pop out if you so much as jogged. But if you could vanish it at will, and can make the size absolutely perfect… Well then maybe there was something too them.
She’d freed herself from makeup too. Now she could just find a look on Pinterest and just make it appear on her face. Well the first few times were less than great but she got it down. There were other benefits too, she’d made her breasts slightly more perky, just to compensate for age of course, and she didn’t need to work out anymore either.
All in all it was going pretty great actually.
–
Marrisa poured a glass of lemonade, and set it on a tray. She reabsorbed the clothes she’d been ‘wearing,’ and replaced them with a zebra print bikini. It fit perfectly. She jogged on the spot in front of a mirror to get the breast jiggle just right. Not too bouncy that it was obscene but not too stiff that they looked plastic. She was a natural, thank you very much. Well she had used her new powers to adjust them a bit and she had messed with their size but right now they were in there original state.
She picked up the tray and headed out. Jeff was butchering the hedges for some reason.
She handed him his lemonade. She noticed the shock and awe when he say her in a bikini. That sundress the other day was probably the most skin he’d seen her show till now. Well, in person at least, he’d seen a lot more on her cam shows. Really he shouldn’t be shy at all right now, considering, she thought.
She noticed his dick head poking out her pants as her lifted his arm to wipe sweat off his brow. This one was eager. He couldn’t see her glance through her sunglasses though. They were the only piece of real clothing she was wearing right now. She hadn’t managed to copy glass yet.
She made quick small talk and went off to sunbathe. She didn’t need to, she could tan in the space of sentence, but she did need a reason to be there for when he tried his gambit. If he tried.
He did, she’d only been lounging a minute when he nervously walked over. He had his blackmail on his phone and he held it out for her. She decided to make him squirm a bit and pretend not to see it because of the glare.
He bumped up the brightness and held it back out for her. It was time for her to put those acting skills to the test.
–
Marrisa had the little twerp in her bedroom with his prick in her hand. He’d actually been quite a douchbag about the whole thing. She’d been expecting a shy idiot who need help finding the right hole, instead he’d been an ass.
He’d finally realized he’d could actually have sex with her instead of just getting a handy. She was really good at handjobs but goddamn, he’d still be better at jerking his own cock, obviously.
He was also under the impression that she was some kind of lesbian who hadn’t taken real dick ever. She almost broke character at that.
Anyways, he was demanding his blowjob, and she simply didn’t like his tone. She pinned him to the bed before he could react. He struggled a bit but she was far stronger. He somehow didn’t notice she’d gained abs between now and the pool side. He also didn’t notice her hair was auburn today instead of the usual brunette.
“I’ll release those videos!” He shouted desperately.
“And I’ll bend your little dick back this way till it snaps,” she snarled.
“You psycho bitch!” He responded.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, first Jeffrey you’re going to learn some manners,” she responded with a smirk, "Now the First Rule is that you’ll call me Miss Daniels and are completely obedient to my commands.
"Rule Two: I want complete honesty. Don’t dare lie to me.
“Rule Three: You tell no one about this. Not a soul.”
“What’s in it for me?” Jeff responded still hostile. Marrisa ran her tongue from the base of his dick to the nerve at tip in response.
“Why you get to learn Sex Ed from the best,” she explained, “So what do you say?” He looked a bit dazed. “I’ll give you a minute to think.”
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Jeff’s mind was ablaze. He’d never, ever thought… No, for real had this just happened? Marrisa, Miss Daniels, would teach him sex… Teach. Him. Sex. Him. This has to be a prank, right. He wished it wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t…
“I’ll do it,” He said.
“‘I’ll do it,’ what?” She responded.
“I’ll do it, Miss Daniels,” he responded.
“Perfect,” she said cheerily, “Now we’ve almost run out of time today. So I’ll finish this hand job as your welcoming present, and then you’ll have your homework.”
“Homework?”
“Focus on cumming, dear,” she said, jerking him off.
“There we go!” she exclaimed as he came. She said it as of she’d just helped him finish a difficult math problem. He just grunted, then winced a bit as she continued into the post-orgasm hyper sensitive period for his dick.
“Wasn’t that fun!” she said, “Now pull your phone out.” The ‘blackmail’ was still opened. Jeff started to apologize, but she cut him off. “Nonsense, let’s get a selfie together, for new memories! In fact, we can take a picture every class as a photo journal.” She sidled up to him and they took the photo. Jeff looked bewildered, Marrisa (and her tits) looked magnificent.
“You were giving me homework, Miss Daniels?”
“Ah yes,” she said brightly. “You have to watch these three videos and tell me in which one the girl is enjoying it, and in which two she isn’t. I expect proper reasoning for your choices.”
“My homework is to watch porn?” he asked confused. Marrisa tilted her head, and Jeff quickly added “Miss Daniels,” at the end.
“Sure, why not?” she replied, “don’t jerk off during it though, I want you to be thinking with your head.”
He blushed, embarrassed at the mention of him masturbating. Marrisa who had her tits out and cum on her fingers, didn’t. She decided he’d get over stuff like that soon and to not correct him.
“It’s due next class, dear, by the way,” she added.
“When’s next class, Miss Daniels?” he asked.
“Oh right, yeah, so Jack’ll be on holiday next week too, so as soon as you finish the yard work, pop up stairs and we’ll begin.”
“Right,” he said taking it all in. That meant class everyday for at least a week and half. Everyday… It felt weird being excited for class."
“Great, now get cleaned up and dressed. Then class is dismissed,” Marrisa said.
He walked off to the bathroom, to maybe shower, he wasn’t sure. He noticed Marrisa, or rather, his Miss Daniels was already dressed in a blouse and pencil skirt. Where they come from? When had she dressed?
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Twas a good day, Marrisa thought. She had become a teacher. It was actually quite fun. Jeff too was a pretty bright pupil. Good kid, too, that blackmail business notwithstanding. Anyways, she had practically forced him into it, so who cares, it wouldn’t have worked anyways. Alex already knew.
She got up and put some porn on the TV. She practiced copying the actresses in front of the mirror. Maybe she’d try copying dudes next.